"If his eyes were as good-looking as mine, I would gouge them out."
Zhou Xufang: "..."
She remembered what Lixiang had said before: Jiang Zhi hated it most when others praised his appearance. Hmm, the rumor was wrong; he cared so much about his looks.
And yet, Jiang Zhi was not convinced; pointing at the poster, he said with a sneer, "That's all makeup. Without it, he's definitely not good-looking."
Just then, a passerby who happened to be walking by exclaimed, "Mr. Jiang, even without makeup, Yun Sheng looks good ahh!!!"
Zhou Xufang was about to take a closer look at the poster when Jiang Zhi yanked her away—yes, he dragged her away with a huge emotional pull, and only then did Zhou Xufang's survival instinct to run away from home return.
She immediately gave Jiang Zhi a thumbs-up: "You are the best-looking." Her eyes were sincere. "Really, no one else looks as good as you."
It was the truth.